So I like to go places – exotic or mundane, city or country, domestic or international – anyplace I’ve never been is someplace I might want to go.
The recorded history of my travels dates back to the purchase of my first camera – an Olympus Pen that shot double frames, I bought it in Tokyo. You could get twice as many pictures in a roll. I recently found out these cameras were collectors items which made me regret all over again the fact that I dropped it down a Mayan pyramid. It still worked when I found it. After that motor drives came in so I guess I threw it away. Wish I hadn’t. But I still have the pictures.
I did everything backwards on that trip. I’d never been out of the country, and I started out in the Far East. Clueless. By the time I got to Hong Kong I realized I had packed wrong and I really wouldn’t need a grey wool blazer in Southeast Asia. Everyone else I met coming from the other direction had been on the road for like 4 or 5 years, they couldn’t believe I had just left home like a month earlier. For the sake of the narrative I guess I’m going to have to admit this was in 1975. As a newbie on the circuit I was much in demand because in these pre-internet day I was an actual source of information from home. Who won the World Series? – did Gloria and Mike on All in the Family have a baby? – what about this new president Gerry Ford? (Not a bad guy, I said, maybe not presidential material but he’d make a nice next-door neighbor. He reminded me of the dad on My Three Sons).
In Bali all the little kids would chase me yelling “Lady! Where you go? Where you go?” It drove me nuts but that was all they knew how to say.